Hey man you know I'm really ok
The gun in my hand will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap
'Cause the slightest thing and just might snap
When I go driving I stay in my lane
But getting cut off- it makes me insane
Open up the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck this ers ride
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away
Yeah, yeah
I got a bad habit
Yeah, yeah
And it 'aint goin' away
Yeah, yeah
Ohh ohh ooh ohh
Well they say the road's a dangerous place
If you flip me off I'll get in your face
You drive on my ass
Your foot's on the gas
And your next breath is your last
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away
Yeah, yeah
I got a bad habit
Yeah, yeah
And it 'aint goin' away
Yeah, yeah
Ohh ohh ooh ohh
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
But when I show my piece
Complaints cease, something's odd
I feel like I'm god
You stupid dumb-shit god-damn motherer
Open up the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck this ers ride
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away
Yeah, yeah
I got a bad habit
Yeah, yeah
And it 'aint goin' away
Yeah, yeah
Ohh ohh ooh ohh
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